The Runaways

-3

Every morning seemed to start the same way. It was rare for me to wake up with Harry still asleep beside me. Oddly enough, Harry loves beginnings. He likes the thrill of jumping head first into something new.

Every morning, he wakes up at six to bathe in the tranquility of the forest, breathing in the fresh excitement that comes along with a new day.

So, this morning I was surprised to be harshly awoken to the feeling of something cold prodding my cheek. Keeping my eyes closed I pushed it off and pulled the warm covers up over my head. I relaxed back into dark, letting the warmth consume me.

Only a moment later my warm duvet was pulled off, replaced with cool air rolling across my skin. I groaned blinking erratically a few times, as my eyes adjusted to the light. I squinted, and put up my hand to shelter my eyes from the blinding daylight that pours in from the glowing window.

"Good morning sun bitch" Harry smirked, his brows were raised and his eyes raked up and down my body.

I shot him a glare "What the hell do you think you're doing" I snapped. Goosebumps graced my skin and I pulled my knees to my chest to conserve my heat that was quickly diminishing.

His brows furrowed and his lips curled downwards. "You've been asleep for" he started glancing down at his bronze watch "14 hours..."

My eyes widened slightly. 14 hours is a long time to be asleep, so why am I so tired? "So? Give me back the duvet" I command, staring down at the fluffy white cloud trapped in Harry's thieving hands.

He raised a brow "Or what?" He challenged, a sly half smirk making its way onto his face.

"Or I'll-" my involuntary yawn interrupted me, making my threat slip through the cracks.

His eyes lit up as I hoped out of the bed and stepped towards him, prepared to do whatever it took to take back was is rightfully mine. He stepped back with the duvet, a fully blown smile on his face now. His annoying dimples appeared and he eyes crinkled at the sides.

I took another step towards him and reached for the duvet. As my hand moved through the air my knee buckled and wobbled. No, no, no, no; what perfect timing. My right leg gave out and I gasped as I tripped falling to the floor. My hair flew around my face and my hands reached in front of me as I fell through the air. As I hit the floor my cheeks flushed with heat and I groaned as embarrassment seeped through me. Curse my clumsy nature.

Harry practically exploded with sonorous laughter, which was surprisingly high compared to his low voice. His eyes shone as his amusement bounced off of every wall, taunting me. His eyes crinkled at the sides as he threw his head back. Once his laughter had come to an end, he glanced down at me with an annoying smile on his face.

"I can't believe... He chuckled "Ren, you're such a loser."

I grumbled incoherently, splashing the duvet with my colourful words. I pushed my dark hair off my face and sat up, leaning against the creaky wooden bed frame.

"Don't worry, I'm fine" I deadpanned, from the floor.

Harry stared down at me, the bright sun shined against the back of his head, and onto the floor. He took a step forward and slid down the bedframe until he was sitting beside me.

Harry hooked a finger under the band of my underwear, pulling it back then releasing. I gasped in when the band slapped against my hip, making me jerk away from him.

"Nice knickers "he teased, staring down at my hips where the shirt had risen up.

I quickly pulled the hem of my shirt down and straightened out my legs so the cloth would cover my thighs. During the spring Harry and I tie dyed a bunch of our white clothes. Miraculously, all of his had turned out looking perfect. Mine however, had weird purple splotches and looked like a shirt's dye had bled out in the wash, staining the other clothes